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Updated: June 14, 2025
Obedient to their leader's orders the three young Englishmen remained in the thick of the crowd: together wit Deroulede they contrived to form a sturdy rampart round Juliette, effectually protecting her against rough buffetings. On their right, towards the direction of Menilmontant, the sea-mew's cry at intervals gave the strength and courage.
"She has gone", murmured the young girl. "I feel as if I had murdered her." "Gone? Who? Where?" queried Deroulede rapidly, an icy feeling of terror gripping him by the heart-strings. "Juliette has gone," replied Anne Mie; "those awful brutes took her away." "When?" "Directly after you left. That man Merlin found some ashes and scraps of paper in her room..." "Ashes?"
Indeed, she wrote a note to Madam, asking her to send me, hereafter, instead of Juliette, and Madam patted my head and said I would be a credit to her, and my wages would be ten dollars a week, from now on. Ten dollars. Major! As much as you earn yourself at that miserable bookkeeping!"
In vain, for Juliette was singularly swift of foot, and he might as well have pursued Atalanta. She reached the Maison Blanche, which fortunately was empty, a clear ten yards ahead of him, and shut herself in her room, whence, declaring that she had a headache, she did not emerge till the following morning.
Helene was not the only person whom Juliette twitted; she feigned a belief that Henri himself was becoming religious. What, had he not now entered the church to wait for them? he, atheist and scoffer, who had been wont to assert that he had sought for the soul with his scalpel, and had not yet discovered its existence!
"His wife! thought I; always his wife: and I remember Juliette, who really grew sick at the smell of a pipe, and Harmodius would smoke, until, at last, the poor thing grew to smoke herself, like a trooper.
"Oh, indeed!" said the lady, with unmistakable disappointment in her voice, and then Grainger, without saying a word about Sheila, went to his room to pack, and talk to Mallard, who had not yet risen. "I wonder if Mr. Mallard is leaving too now that his friend is going," anxiously said Juliette a few minutes later.
Barebone made no answer to this dark suggestion of a sprightly past. The present darkness and the coming storm commanded his full attention. In the breathless silence, Juliette and Marie and behind them, Jean, panting beneath the luggage balanced on his shoulder could hear the wet rope slipping through his fingers and, presently, the bump of the heavy boat against the timber of the steps.
Before them stretched the sombre shadow of the wood, while nearer trembling rays of moonlight slept upon the lawn. How still all was! Their trembling hands met and for a moment did not separate. "Juliette!" whispered the young man, in a low, broken voice. She shuddered, repelled the arm that Camors passed round her, and hastily reentered the room.
He did what he could to reassure them, but, for their own sakes, he dared say nothing before Merlin, as to his plans for their safety. After that he was ready to follow the soldiers. As he passed close to Juliette he bowed, and almost inaudibly whispered: "Adieu!" She heard the whisper, but did not respond. Her look alone gave him the reply to his eternal farewell.
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